Well if you like fluff this is your chapter, pervertedness and close calls...still the plot is moving along. I'm a slow writer. I will probably rate this M but not for a while, more towards the end.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Captain's Log, Arthur Kirkland, Wednesday 6th.

After our resupply, and Alfred's escape from his cell and breaking of his cell. I tied him to the mast. He is standing ankles tied, torso tied and neck fastily secure to the ship. He thinks he'll make a mockery of me? Escape and have the gaul to come find me, stop me from what I was doing then not even fight for his freedom. Does he not take me seriously? He'll learn that he wished he just ran and didn't look back, the idiot. He know spends his day tied, trying to talk to anyone that ventures in ear shot of him, I ordered the crew to ignore him, though Ivan can't help but mock the boy. I let that slide, he deserves it.

Berwald, a good strong man brought back what seemed to be a boy, but was actually close to in age of Berwald. The boy is small but not frail, I let Berwald keep the man. I wasn't sure why he decided to take Tino-the boys name but he did, as long as he can work and clean it would be fine. He works fine by the way, stays quiet and doesn't bother anyone, reminds me of Toris-shy but respectful.

Unlike Alfred, all day today hey yelled and called out to anyone close enough, he struggled as hard as he could against the ropes but my men know how to tie one hell of a knot, he's not going anywhere. He probably has rope burn with all the tossing he does. Not that I care. Maybe tomorrow I will go see how he is, see if he's calmed down.

Matthew's Journal, Wednesday 6th.

Francis still has a couple days left in the hospital before he can even walk around again, I was the only one allowed to stay by his side and sleep in his hospital room... though the chairs aren't really comfortable. I'm actually sitting here, with just the bright moonlight as my reading light, it's bright enough but it does tire my eyes. I noticed how restless he is, I think teaching me French gets out some of his energy but he still seems flustered, I would be too in a bed all day. He has a fond habit of flirting with the nurses but only when he thinks I'm not around, when he sees me he will quickly put his hands to his side and smile. He's smiling which is good...I wonder if Alfred is smiling...I wonder if he's okay. I think...I'm getting emotional right now, I'm worried...That idiot!

Captain's Log, Arthur Kirkland, Thursday 7th.

How dare that prat! That idiot of a man! Has he no idea what's going on, has he no fear? He has not quieted down, no quite the opposite he's gotten louder, he's gone mad from the sun. He calls for Toris, Ivan, Yao, even me by name, he yells out for us and asks for a little chat. Is he that desperate for human companion ship? What a child! No one could answer him, if anyone did they would be thrown off the boat, I don't care. Ivan even took me seriously, he's talking to anyone that passes his line of sight. I hate the boy! I'm going to have some rum...and get a good night's sleep. Hopefully by tomorrow all his energy will be gone.

Matthew's Journal, Thursday 7th.

I went into town today to get some food for Francis and I, it's almost as if we have a little home in the hospital. Going around town keeps my mind busy but there are so many times when I think I see Alfred walking in the crowd, I even rushed to someone today and grabbed there shoulders to turn them around, it wasn't him sadly. I haven't cried, I know if I cry it would be like accepting Alfred really is dead and gone forever. It's stressful though, sometimes when I'm talking to Francis I space out and it worries him. He's done all he could to relax me, he pets my head and holds my hand which I appreciate! I really do appreciate his care and concern. Dad...if you're the sea then keep Alfred safe, just let the pirate sail and hopefully get tired of Alfred and let him go. Maybe Alfred escaped and is trying to find his way back. I keep my mind full of these illusions... something I shouldn't do...I do though...I really do.

Captain's Log, Arthur Kirkland, Friday 8th.

I guess we'll start with good news, Alfred has decided to calm down, he tries to rest as uncomfortably as possible and only tries to get the attention of people in ear shot. Sometimes you can see him try to undo the knot and struggle away, but he's a fool for trying...why does he keep trying? Also good news Tino, the boy Berwald is keeping is quiete the good worker, he may not be fast or strong but he does a good job at what he does. He also has some cooking skills, which is refreshing...well with the ingredients we stole from his homeland he should know how to make a good meal with them. How Ironic, then to feed it to a hoard of pirates? It makes me laugh.

Bad news, Alfred hasn't lost any of his attitude, if not its gotten worse. I went out today around 3 in the afternoon, the sun shone brightly in his face and I walked in its path shading him from the burning sun. He looked at me and smirked a devious smirk from hell, the boy doesn't know when to give up and the first words that flung out of his mouth weren't apologies or begging, no it was "...Hey Artie...you're blocking my sun." He then chuckled. I made him aware that if he was good I was going to let him go but now I didn't want too. He just shrugged to the best of his ability and smiled. Why? For what reason did he smile? What part of this situation for him was even remotelly funny? I still haven't fed the boy, it's been three days but I feel Toris may be behind why the boy doesn't look half as starved as he should be. I'll have to keep him busy then.

Matthew's Journal, Friday 8th.

I'm sitting basking in the moonlight in Francis's hospital room, like usual I cannot sleep when the moon is out like this. I look over and see Francis sleeping peacefully, sometimes I space out and watch him, stare, when I catch myself I almost am ashamed but then I can't help it. The way the moonlight shines on his hair and the relaxed calm features of his face. I indeed find him...I don't want to write it...charming. Yes, today I spaced out during my lesson, his eyes for a moment held some seriousness to them then was washed over with kindness and dare I say love. He motioned me forward, I was unsure I was sitting in a chair and he was sitting up in bed. Still for some reason I reached over and took his hand, he quickly pulled him over to him and I found myself on my side, on his bed with a hand across him. With his other hand he petted my hair and kissed my forehead. I haven't realized how little sleep I've been getting till I felt sleep rain over me and was soon drifting off in his arms.

I cannot say exactly how I feel, our relationship and all. It seems sudden...maybe he's just being French...he's always been over friendly with the nurses, he's kind of a pervert too. Yeah, he really is a pervert...I mean I woke up with his hand on my butt.

Captain's Log, Arthur Kirkland, Saturday 9th.

I! For the life of me! Can not! Understand why Toris likes Alfred so much! He practically fawns over him like a baby! You know what...this morning he comes to me and says Alfred almost died last night because of the rope around his neck cut off his circulation when he was sleeping. Of course I asked how he knew, especially when I had him working at nights and no one was allowed to talk to Alfred. No one! Bloody idiot! So he ignores me! He keeps going, asking if they could at least let him sit and be tied, and you know what I said? Yes! I must be the kindest captain in the world! I let him untie Alfred, let him sit down and tie him up again. Now Alfred is outside in this freezing cold night air... sitting comfortably. I got Toris back, he's got to map out our next destination, we need to visit a high class black market location. I think I need a new ring or two.

I'm going to go get another rum bottle!

Well I finished the other bottle, I'm good though I have great tolerance! I think I'll write out my stress, you know what bothers me about Alfred the most? Are those damn eyes and that damn smile...actually his whole bloody face is a pain. If I look over and catch his gaze his eyes light up and he smirks, when he talks to Toris he doesn't talk as if he's tied up, he talks as he's free to move around! Which of course he's not! He's not been getting food though, that has slowed him down. He eyes aren't as annoying. I'm going to bed.

Matthew's Journal, Saturday 9th.

Finally Francis is released and is allowed to sail again but has to be careful, we have gotten wind of a Spanish pirate ship that's been raiding towns, without taking much then burning them to the ground. Francis seemed surprised to here about it and was thinking deeply. He set sail again tomorrow with a few other fleets to go meet him at the next town to stop him from burning it down too. Maybe this pirate will be able to give detail on where Alfred is, it's worth a shot. Mom, Dad wish me luck, I'm going to go find Alfred! It seems I'm the one having the adventure.

(Normal Point of View, Saturday night.)

Alfred was freezing his legs were finally able to relax but his whole body was was cold, the night air stung at his skin, his clothes were too thin and made of holes to keep any warmth. Alfred bit his lip and tried to think of a warm place, to muddle through this. He had to, he was not going to let that pirate get the best of him, no not now not ever. This was hard though, harder then the sun burning his skin...he toes hurt, his body seemed so stiff, he could see his breathe. He could see his breathe?

Alfred leaned back and let out a sigh of air and in fact a big cloud of smokey air showed up and was blown off by the wind. He smiled and repeated, trying to make a circle with his breathe or just breathing out heavily to make it bigger. It warmed him up some but the childish wonder that warmed him was fading when he began to get tired. He tried to sleep during the day but there were just too many people walking around how could he? Now was the only time he could sleep but it was so cold he was having a hard time doing so.

"This sucks." He muttered under his breathe.

Arthur who was sleeping comfortably in his bed tossed and turned, finally releasing the rum bottle in his hand making it fall to the floor with a thud. Arthur shot up and grabbed his pistol quickly and looked around the room. He saw no one and looked to the ground to see his bottle on the floor. He got up and put it to the side where it wouldn't fall over again. He then looked to his door and to the window which let the moon light stream in, he gazed at it, then lazily grabbed a blanket and walked outside. He held it in his arms, despite the fact he was only wearing a loose white shirt and some black pants with no shoes, he did not wrap it around himself. Instead he walked over to Alfred who by this time was a sleep, head slumped down, arms limp to the side and feet slightly outstretched.

Taking the blanket he bent down and draped it over Alfred's legs so it covered his feet. Arthur kneeling on one knee slowly took Alfred's chin in his hand and tilted Alfred's face up so he could see his sleeping expression. The boy before him was slightly snoring, face obviously drained by the sun and lack of food. Still he looked sweet and innocent.

Alfred began to stir but Arthur was again seemingly too transfixed with looking at him to notice. Alfred with blurry eyes tried to make out the figure. He could see big eyebrows, his mouth turned upward a bit, green eyes that took hold of his breathe in the moonlight. Arthur leaned in closer, Alfred was waking up more and held his head up himself but Arthurs hand simply cupped his cheek softly. There was something off though, the man's face was red and his green eyes had a glaze over them. Alfred could smell it too, the smell of booze.

"Hey Artie..."Alfred said and smiled.

Arthur stared on and let his thumb rub the others cheek softly, he leaned his head in closer and was nose to nose with Alfred who by this time was blushing a bit.

"Cap'n what are you doing? Are you sleep walking?" Alfred asked trying to find humor in this, still frantic.

"I like it better, when your eyes are closed." Arthur said softly breathing into Alfred's face making him inhale his booze scented breathe.

"Well if you let me sleep-"

"When they're open...they make fun of me." Arthur interrupted.

"How?" Alfred asked confused.

" They...fight me, they say I can't control you no matter what I do." Arthur said and leaned his head on Alfred's shoulder, one hand gripped the other shoulder while the other simply hung down by his side.

"That's just my spirit Artie, I was named after the Sun, so no matter what you do I wont break." Alfred said and laughed softly.

Arthur rubbed his head against Alfred's shoulder then tilting it to the side breathed on Alfred's neck, sending a chill down the younger man's spine. Suddenly he's become very hot Alfred noted that the outside temperature wasn't such a bother anymore, he looked and saw the blanket around his legs and feet.

"Did you give me a blanket?" Alfred asked astonished.

"Yeah..." Arthur breathed.

"That's really nice of you, you should get drunk more often." Alfred said with a grand smile.

"I'm not drunk." He hissed.

"You're dead drunk..." Alfred said raising a delicate eyebrow.

Green eyes met blue and Arthur narrowed his eyes critically, trying to dig deeper into the others but let out a sigh after a few moments.

"What?" Alfred asked.

I want..." Arthur started then the hand that was resting on Alfred's shoulder was now traveling up and running through the younger man's hair.

"Uhh...Hey Artie..."

"I want to...keep you." Arthur said in a whisper then released his grasp on Alfred, he staggered up and stared down at him for a moment before turning back and walking to his room where he shut the door and left Alfred confused and alone for the night. Alfred was left staring off into the distance too confused with what happened to register what the man said.

The next day, he awoke to see his captain up and walking around adorned with all his coats, feathers, and pretty jewels. He really did like to go all out on his pirate wear, they were impressive but Alfred just thought the man was trying too hard. He watched the man for a while, he walked back and forth for a while, he talked to Toris then looked over to Alfred with a indifferent gaze. Alfred smiled and was about to call out to him when a change in Arthur's expression terrified him, the look of disgust and rage. For a moment the air was thick between them, Arthur then stormed over and slammed the heel of his boot into Alfred's shoulder, making him wince in pain. Alfred looked up at the raging pirate above him.

"Who gave you one of my blankets?" Arthur seethed.

"H-How...Are you kidding? You did!" Alfred yelled out to him.

"Don't lie to me! I would never do that!" Arthur was blushing a bit but was still upset with how the man in front of him had a blanket by his legs, a nice one even.

"I'm not! You were drunk, came out here in the middle of the night and gave it to me!" Alfred snapped back. "You were just too drunk to remember!"

Arthur dug his heel in deeper and twisted it around. "I never got drunk." Arthur said simply.

"Yeah, you did! You were practically laying on top of me!" Alfred said gaining some attention from Toris and few other pirates walking about.

The boot in Alfred's shoulder left and blue eyes met green again in a battle of wills. "I would never do that." Arthur said softly, the blush seemingly growing bigger.

"Well you did! Do you want to know the last thing you said to me before you left?" Alfred asked with a smirk, that all knowing smirk.

Gritting his teeth Arthur grabbed the blanket back folded it into his arms and huffed. "I've had enough of you, bloody idiot." Arthur said.

"If you don't let me go, I'll scream it to everyone." Alfred said in a sing song voice.

"Like they would believe you." Arthur said raising one of his trademark eyebrows.

"But you'll know, and I'll know. It's the truth, I'm not making it up." Alfred said still grinning like mad.

"No, I don't know." Arthur said turning away as a blush grew even more across his face.

"You know don't you? You remember that...what you said at the end." Alfred said more seriously this time.

"No I don't, now shut it!" Arthur said not turning around.

"Maybe I can refresh your memory!" Alfred said with a huge smile spread across his face.

Arthur snapped back to the man before him, face so red that it matched is over decorated coat. "Fine, I'll let you go not because of that though...there is more work to be done on the ship. You're good for something right?" Arthur asked before walking away.

Toris then came over and undid the rope. "What did you do to make captain let you go?" Toris asked with a surprised smile, he was happy Alfred was free.

"Haha, we have a secret!" Was all Alfred mentioned before he walked off to go find food.

Both Brothers don't understand love. This chapter is a tease but i'm trying to build to more adventure, others will have more action. Thank you for the wonderful reviews I am grateful! I probably wont update till next week cause, of school and sports. Got a big tournament.